"You want daddy to fuck you, hard and rough then reward you with his cum, is that it, little slut?!" "Yes, Daddy" * MONALISA I thought I had a problem being aroused. My ex boyfriend broke up with me for being insensitive to his touches and I thought I really had a problem with myself until I met him, Lucius Devine, my late father's best friend. He could make me wet just by staring at me and his slightest touches could make the 'insensitive' me shudder and cum. Yet, he wanted boundaries, he wanted to be a father figure to me but I didn't want him as a father. I wanted him. I wanted him to be my daddy. I wanted to be his little submissive slut and I was going to break his boundaries until I become Daddy's Little Sub.
MONALISA
I walked down the rainy and lonely path leading home, not caring about the rain pouring down my body and wetting me up in a way my boyfriend could never.
My boyfriend had just broken up with me and I was heartbroken, perhaps not very much so but it did hurt me. His reasons? I never responded to his touches well enough and never melted in his arms like I should.
He claimed I never let him touch me enough too. Just once I had let him touch my pussy and his remark? I was dry as fuck and penetration would hurt.
That was just a week ago and today he had broken up with me, giving me one advise... To become a virgin nun for the rest of my life as I was too insensitive to a man's touch.
I was mad at how much he had shamed my body. It wasn't a lie that I couldn't get wet with him but I knew that was not entirely my fault. It could not be my fault.
I had to be sexually attracted to some type of people but I had no idea what type of people I could be attracted to. At a point, I had thought maybe I wasn't straight but that wasn't the case.
I was straight but I was hardly aroused by my now ex boyfriend.
"To hell with him!" I muttered, almost angrily and stopped at the gates that led into my home.
The lights were out and that was a little bit weird as I was sure that mum should be inside. Brushing it off with a guess that she went somewhere and was caught up there because of the rain, I proceeded into the house.
My father was dead, long dead in fact. I was just 6 when he died and if it wasn't for the pictures I stare at constantly, I would probably not even recall what he still looked like.
After my father's death, things had gone south for a few years until we suddenly moved into this huge beautiful estate. Mum said it belonged to Dad's friend who had found out about our state.
I had never seen him, never even heard his voice but he was the owner of the estate and also the one sponsoring my education. I pushed the door open after unlocking it with my thumb print and walked into the living room.
It was dark inside with only a small lamp turned on but almost immediately, I sensed the presence of someone in the living room. I looked towards the sofa and I was shocked to find a man sitting on the sofa.
He was shirtless and the only fabric on him was the towel wrapped around his waist. As much as the first thing I wanted was to scream at this strange man in our house, I could not.
I found myself tongue tied. His abs were visibly well built and those biceps and triceps, they made my insides churn with excitement!
His tanned skin looked so smooth, so well taken care of and my gaze trailed slowly to his face. He had a stern look on his face but that didn't take one bit or gorgeousness away from him.
I could see his blue eyes as he raised his head up and his eyes met with mine making my heart jump.
That was one weird feeling. I had never felt my heart react like that to my now ex boyfriend.
"What are you doing?" He spoke, his lips moving and my wet thighs subconsciously clamped together as I felt it throb! My pussy throbbed! With just this man's voice.
It was little wonder though. His voice was deep and in all shades, masculine. It was hot!
"Get over here already, I am not so patient" he added in that same voice and my pussy did it again. But this time I tried to reason, who was this man? Why was he in my home? And why was he calling me over?
But strangely, I could not reason. His voice was authoritative and I could not help myself from doing just what he said. I walked over to him, my wet thighs brushing each other.
"A naive slut is what I get tonight? Get down on your knees already. Now." It was more like an order from him and that tone just made it clear that whoever this man was, he was used to giving orders.
I wasn't the type to always follow orders but with this strange man I didn't know from Adam, I was doing just that! I slid down to my knees, feeling the heat in my pussy.
He reached for his towel and loosened it, letting it fall both sides and revealing his cock to me. It wasn't big, it was hugee! And it was just semi hard. How much bigger would it be when he got fully erect?!
"Take my cock in your hands and put that mouth to good use" he said to me and almost instantly, I felt a warm liquid in my pussy. That could not be the cold rain that had drenched me, it wasn't the rain but me getting wet. This strange man who could as well be a pervert who had broken into our home had made me wet without touching my skin even one tiny bit.
What the hell was wrong with me?!
I didn't know what was wrong with me but I did reach my hands out to touch his huge cock, gulping down hard as I realised that I wanted this cock in my mouth.
My nipples had hardened in this weird situation and were pushing the fabric of my wet dress. My both hands wrapped around his cock as that was the only way I could get his cock wrapped up. With both hands.
"Fuck... Your hands surprisingly feel good." I heard him curse and taking that as a compliment, I moved my hand on his cock and that was when I realized that he was pierced too.
"Use your saliva, bitch. Get that cock slick and lubed up" he said those dirty words to me but it made me wetter. I swear it did!
I moved my face closer to his cock and breathed in the manly scent of his cock before spitting on it. I had watched this in a few porn videos but I had never thought I would do this soon, especially with a stranger!
I was definitely going crazy! And out of my mind too! But this also... It also felt good.
Caily Galileo believes everyone can change, everyone can become an angel. Everyone except Pietro Giacometti. He is a damned monster who will never change. And not his devilishly charming smiles that are only ever directed to her can change her opinion of him. Pietro Giacometti knows what he wants and what belongs to him and Caily Galileo belongs to him. He has been away from her for years but it is now time Caily knows sbd accepts that she can only ever belong to one man, Pietro Giacometti... MINE PEACHES NOTE: If you have read any of my books in the past, then you'd know my male leads kill and things can get a little bit dark but this particular book might be darker than all my previous books. Pietro Giacometti is an obsessed man who will do anything and everything to be with Caily even if it's the most unhinged thing ever. He is dark and wild. Thank you for choosing to read 'MINE, PEACHES'. Trigger warnings: Stalking, obsession, explicit violence, BDSM.
"Call me daddy and I'd let you cum on my fingers like the dirty slut you are." His fingers fucked my pussy, making me shudder. "D-daddy" I moaned the word out, feeling my body on fire. "C*m for daddy, good girl" * For the last few years of my life, I have believed that I have lost the ability to want or crave anything and anyone but when I meet Wildern Marchetti, I can't help it. I want him to pin me down and fuck me like a ragdoll. It doesn't matter that he is almost twice older than I am, it doesn't matter that he is a dangerous man that even my family fears. For the first time in years, I truly crave something... Someone... To be fucked good by my daddy. C*M FOR DADDY IS HIGHLY EROTIC.
"I only fuck girls who want to be fucked, flipped over and banged, Sunshine and..." "And that's what I want, daddy. Exactly what I want from you." * He was my father's adopted brother. He had been there for me since the moment I had lost my entire family in a terrible fire but five years ago, he had suddenly left the country, never coming back. And then, I was drugged one night and I got home to see he was back. It had been five years but he just looked hotter and sexier. Under the influence of the aphrodisiac I was drugged with, I had gotten his help to get off and it should have ended there that night. Nothing more should have happened but with the wetness that pulls in my pussy whenever he comes close, with the way my nipples harden at his slightest touch, I knew more was going to happen. Russo wants me... To fuck me, bang me, and own my body. And bloody hell! As much as I want to deny it, I want him too. For him to fuck me, bang me, own my body and make me his slut.... But this... It's a taboo, right?
"You are mine, Princess. For the next two months, I own this body and you will not give it out to any other man. I own every fucking inch of this body." Dante trailed her boob with the flogger. * Mireille had been a good girl all her life, sheltered by her protective brother until he goes on a three months travel. Mireille has to stay with his best friend whom she last saw in highschool. Mireille thinks she would finally be free from her brother's protectiveness but she turns out to be wrong as her brother's best friend is a worse version of her brother... Protective and possessive. Mireille wants to hate him but it seems to be impossible to hate a man as hot as Dante Romano. Hot, sexy and a billionaire mafia boss, Dante wants to make Mireille nothing more than his best friend's sister but it seems impossible with the heat that runs through their bodies with their every contact. She is his innocent princess and she is supposed to remain so but when lust pulls her close, she becomes his woman, his possession, the Bad Boy's Princess. But there are many more secrets lurking around, secrets insistent on pulling Mireille out of her innocent lifestyle. Note: This book contains mature scenes including violent scenes and plenty of explicit sexual scenes.
My boyfriend called, "Baby!" as he jumped out of bed and scrambled to pull his pants off the ground. "Please, I can explain my love." Shutting my eyes, I inhaled deeply and tried not to cry when I realized that my dream of the man not being my boyfriend had been dashed. "What?" I asked, "What do you want to explain?" How did you lie about having a business meeting while you were in bed enjoying yourself with my best friend, even though I told you I was in serious pain, is that it?" I stood there, my heart pounding, and tears streaming down my face...
Marrying her best friend was a dream come true for Kelly, but everything truly has a limitation. Pierce is Kelly’s first love, but as his best friend, she knew well there was always another woman deep in his heart. Lexi Gilbert. The woman Pierce could never forget even if he had already been arranged to marry Kelly. *** Kelly finally realized their happy marriage of the last three years was just a beautiful dream when Pierce asked for a divorce just because Lexi returned. She could only be his best friend even if she was carrying his baby. *** Since their friendship had become a cage, Kelly chose to set him free, as well as the miserable herself. But why then, it was Pierce who became the one who refused to move on? To make matters worse, her devil stepbrother also domineeringly stepped in at the same time, asking her to be his. *** Her Prince Charming vs. Her Devil Stepbrother? How could Kelly save her heart in this battle of love and hate?
"I stood at the edge of my heart and watched him choose her. In the end, I was not the one he needed. I was simply the one he settled for." - Noelle ~~~~~~~ I thought I was the one he loved. But a few days before our wedding, I saw him in a way I never had before. His eyes softened as he spoke to her. His first love, and the very woman who had left him in pieces. Heartbreak was something I knew too well. And as I watched the love he still held for her in his eyes, I realized what I had to do. I couldn't marry a man who wasn't truly mine. With no means to cancel the wedding and lacking the courage to confront him, I made a desperate choice to leave. I painfully gave his first love my treasured engagement ring thinking it was for the best and the only way to free myself. But when he saw that ring on her finger, the fragile world I had tried to escape began to shatter. His obsession to find me and bring me back ignited a dangerous game of cat and mouse.
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." Darcy stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You're not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She stared at me in the mirror. "You can't even glance at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of gazing at that scar?" Heather Bailey got a surprise from her husband: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. She was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman. After signing the divorce papers, shockwaves caught her up. Her flower shop was burned to the ground. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers from influential families, she started her revenge on Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted, but that was just the beginning.
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?